In The Cabinet
Sunday. The last minute plan was to go over to Berkeley last night to listen to a zydeco band, so Mr. E came by and drove us over to pick up Mr. M before heading for the club. I'd often gone with friends who were into zydeco to hear Clifton Chenier or Queen Ida (and the Bon Temps Zydeco Band) in the 70's when they played at clubs in San Francisco.
We got to Mr. M's place overlooking the city in El Cerrito, had a quick glass of wine before hitting the road, then another glass of wine before hitting the road and then.... Well, you understand. Mr. E dropped me back off at home around ten. I remember watching the last half of one of my Japanese soaps, although I can't remember what happened.
Not good. Not good to not remember the trip back home. Good that this doesn't happen very often. Probably good that I can't remember the last time I've done something like this unless I can't remember the last similar event for loss of brain cells in the cabinet. Hi, ho. File it away under lessons relearned, lessons that will relearn you right into the grave or another car on the highway should you be driving.
Best you never have to apply for another job with this here for all to see.
Still, the morning overcast, the sun peeping through now as I write having returned from breakfast and reading the paper at the usual place. I mentioned re-arranging and cleaning the bedroom yesterday and I can tell I'm up for another go at it this afternoon. This is good. I don't have a hangover, as such, something that could easily have gotten in the way. Why no hangover? Could it have been the quality of the brandy? Red wine followed by good brandy will get you twisted and still allow you to clean the house the next morning? Probably a false deduction, but we'll file it away with the rest of the lessons learned while there's still filing space remaining in the cabinet.